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It’s a de facto lockdown instead of a real one, and they both know it; their governor is determined to protect individual freedoms no matter how many thousands have to sicken or die to support the idea. Most people are taking precautions anyway, thank God.
“And bonus! Trump’s gone.” Leaving behind a country at war with itself, Holly thinks. And who’s to say he won’t reappear in 2024? She thinks of Arnie’s promise from The Terminator: “I’ll be back.”
Besides, the first time Herbie came home wearing a MAGA hat, she actually laughed at him. He was… mmm… displeased.” Here is another relationship chilled by the fast-talking man in the red tie. It’s not fate and not coincidence.
“He’s in Alaska. Left for a white-collar job in a shipping plant about six months after the divorce. And he has Covid. His idol refused to wear a mask, so Herb refused to wear one. You know, Trumper see, Trumper do.
Her mother’s ironclad dictum, badgered into Holly from the time she was a toddler: What you don’t want to do is what must be done first. Then it’s out of the way.
They watch TV and have their dessert, spooning up a mixture of raspberry sorbet and Peter Steinman’s brains.
That her mother loved her Holly still has no doubt. But love isn’t always support. Sometimes love is taking the supports away.
“Gifts are fragile. You must never entrust yours to people who might break it.”
“Old age is a time of casting away, which is bad enough, but it’s also a time of escalating indignities.”
Probably Castro just said “Fuck this stupid English Department” and left. Also “Fuck Emily Harris and her unsuccessfully disguised homophobia, too.”
Her mother: Speak when spoken to. Uncle Henry: Children should be seen and not heard. Well, frack them. No, fuck them.
